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An a/b/o fic with maybe Bruce Wayne or Arthur curry, where they have been searching for their omega for most of their life, and when they are fighting a villain fem reader comes in and helps them, I was thinking that reader she has telekinesis or something and, she helps them and they are blown away by her, never thinking that their omega could be a hero as well

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alpha!Arthur Curry x plus size reader

He has been looking for her for his whole life and she arrived just in time

Warnings: a/b/o, true mates, hero!reader, omega!reader, violence against robots, reader is shorter than Bruce and Arthur (but who isn’t), implied smut WC: 1.4k

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Even after serving as Atlantis’s king for five years now, Arthur doubted he would get used to the searing smell of salt that constantly clung to everything around him. It burned his nostrils even when he was lounging around the JL tower and part of him wondered if he would ever be able to properly scent out his mate while the sea constantly invaded his senses. Though even before he claimed the throne, he wasn’t exactly successful on that front.

He felt like he had searched everywhere for his omega, the biological urge deep down in his chest driving him to scour every inch of the earth for them. But they had eluded him and even if his parents (themselves being true mates) assured him that the right omega would appear when the time was right, he remained alone with the smell of the sea. 

Arthur was almost glad, at times, for a good fight. Smoke, sparks from his trident, even blood gave him a break from the usual salt that surrounded him, temporarily cleansing his pallet so to speak. But maybe not today he thought with a wince.

Hundreds of broken robots surrounded him, the never-ending wave of enemies only getting thicker as his exhaustion began to mount. Batman was somewhere deep in the crowd, attempting to override their programming as Arthur tried to keep him safe enough. New enemies were always a pain in the ass but this one was definitely levels above the other newbies they fought. And Arthur was already fantasising about what he’d do to the skinny little white guy as soon as he got his hands on him, that is if Batman didn’t get to either of them first.

“Is there any way to hurry this up!” He shouted above the screaming of gears and failing electronics. 

“This would go faster if you stopped hitting them at me.” The Bat growled as he hit yet another firewall in their programming. Arthur took another swing of his trident, knocking away a flying robot that had gotten way too close to his partner’s head for comfort. It let out a high pitched whine as it was launched into the horizon.

“This would be faster if you didn’t type in the wrong code to begin with!” A batarang screamed past his ear, landing right in the huge glowing eye of the robot hovering just over Arthur’s right shoulder. Oil sprayed from its side, coating Arthur’s hair. 

A deafening roar sounded through the empty field as another shipping container rose from the ground, releasing even more robots. Batman turned back to the computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard all while the swarm closed in around them. “This is gonna hurt.” Arthur cocked back his shoulder and raised his trident, maybe he could knock out a few rows of them before they got too close and he’d have to switch to his fists. 

Just as he readjusted his grip to throw the trident into the thickest grouping of robots, everything went silent.

The now frozen robots hung in the air like someone had just paused time, though they still whirred and whined, their huge red eyes glowing even brighter. Then, with little more than a sharp click from somewhere to his right, they were pulled backwards, the mechanical bodies slamming into each other as they were forced together into one huge sphere hundreds of feet off the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Suddenly, the sphere crumpled like tin foil, the metal warping and collapsing until all that was left was a flat sheet of wires and dying LEDs. It slammed into the earth, disappearing behind the long grass as Batman’s screen turned green.

“Great timing there bats.” But Arthur’s tone held no bite, not when the salty smell of the ocean and ozone slammed into him. 

Immediately, every nerve in his body came to life, buzzing like he was drunk but his mind was clear, clearer than it ever had been before. A figure was walking through the grass, elegantly avoiding the mangled carcasses of their battle. As she approached, her scent became stronger and Arthur could now smell the subtle hint of something flowery like a warm spring breeze. 

The light of the sunset made her practically glow as she moved, her thick curves and perfect dips highlighted by a tight catsuit that looked like it was pulled straight from his teenage fantasies. 

“I hope I didn’t show up too late.” Her voice floated around him and Arthur’s knees buckled. 

“You’re right on time.” Her e/c eyes met his golden ones and he watched as her nose turned up and she took a deep breath of his scent. Her heavy chest hitched and her own scent turned sweeter. His stomach flipped as something deep inside him stretched awake for the first time in what seemed like years.

“Y/N. What took so long?” Batman crossed his arms as he looked down at her, his jaw ticking in anger. Yet her expression never faltered, in fact she glanced at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was bright, shining with something ethereal. 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you gave me a coded message with the coordinates instead of being a normal person and sharing your location with me? I may have psychic powers but I suck at math dude.” 

“That was you?” Arthur hadn’t noticed that his body was moving on its own until he finally spoke again and she had to crane her head almost all the way back to make eye contact with him. Warmth unlike anything he had experienced before bloomed through his chest as she leaned towards him, fluttering her lashes up at him.

“I have a lot of tricks better than that.” Her scent was almost overpowering now but all he wanted to do was drown in it. Y/N’s shoulder brushed against his pec and something snapped.

The world tilted on its axis and he suddenly knew what his parents were talking about when they said that the moment they met, nothing else mattered. “Omega.” 

Her body sagged into him as she breathed out an almost inaudible “alpha”. His trident dropped unnoticed to the ground. 

“I’ve finally found you.” She fell easily into his arms, like they had been made to hold her. She pressed her face as close as she could get, her words muffled against the thick armour but he could hear her clearly all the same. 

“You stole my line,” he whispered into her hair, breathing her scent as much as he could, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Who knew I’d find you after you saved my life?” Her giggle made his heart swell with affection and pride.

“You’ve obviously been looking in the wrong place.” Y/N looked up at him as he cupped her full cheek with a massive hand, guiding her face upwards. His eyes dropped to her lips.

“I could say the same about you.” He leaned down and just as his lips were about to touch hers-

“Alright that’s enough,” Bruce snarled, “need I remind you both that there’s still a villain we need to deal with.” 

Y/N never looked away from Arthur, in fact she wound an arm around his neck and tugged him even closer. His alpha roared to life, hyper-focusing on the softness of her curves beneath his hands. “You go ahead, I think my alpha and I have done more than enough heavy lifting for the day, we have better things to do.”

“I’m going to regret asking but what exactly is more important than dealing with a potentially global threat?” Arthur smirked, catching on to the game she was playing.

His right hand dropped from where it was resting on her wide hip down to the plump cheeks of her ass. “I’m going to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out right in this field. So unless you’re into that stuff-“ she slapped his chest at that, “-then I suggest you move on, Bats, cause right now, nothing is going to stop me from claiming my omega.”

“You two are disgusting.” He grumbled and walked off, finally leaving the newly discovered mates alone.

“Now where were we?” Arthur purred before Y/N yanked him down and finally kissed him, making the smell of the ocean explode around them.

Her scent had been haunting him for years, etching itself into his mind and suddenly, Arthur loved the smell of salt again because it meant that he finally had his omega.

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"Should I be worried? Don't you have a permanent hard-on for Mera?"Y/N teased. Arthur was sitting by the pool in Bruce's mansion, when Y/N came to bother him. Perhaps, more.

"Well, that depends, kid. Are you a tattletale?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"No. Not unless you give me a reason to. And besides..." He got closer and ran a finger over Arthur's wet, muscled chest. "I'm sure there's something that you could teach me. And I can teach you something too."

"Please. By all means. Show me." Arthur's voice was husky.

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Spooktober 24

Welcome welcome to my first Spooktober event!

I am opening requests until the end of September for Halloween-themed blurbs and five-sentence reader insert ficlets. I also have some other writing that I will be releasing in October. Send requests via my ask box and they can be SFW or NSFW. If you want to request a self-insert, that's perfectly fine too!

Characters that I'll write for:

Maxim Horvath

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Manuel Aringarosa

Stephen Arden

Paul Weller

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Nudis Vulko

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rafael Barba

Nevada Ramirez

John Winchester

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Ares/Sir Patrick Morgan

Inspector Goole

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Aro Volturi

Caius Volturi

Marcus Volturi

Carlisle Cullen

Rupert Giles

Ray Stantz

Elrond Perendhel

Loki Friggasson/Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Helmut Zemo

John Wick

If I receive an ask requesting something I am uncomfortable writing, I will delete the ask. I will not write non-con or underage. If you are not sure whether I'll write something, send me an ask before you send your request.

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Mångata (Nuidis Vulko x Reader) Pt. 1

Nuidis Vulko (Aquaman) x reader

TW: mentions of death and funerals

Summary: You never thought you'd return to Amnesty Bay. You definitely never thought you'd find love there.

2128 words

Part One | Part Two

So I know I'm super late to the Aquaman fandom, and to be honest I've never really liked superhero movies but I watched it yesterday and fell in love. In typical me fashion, it's the older mentor type that I'm drawn to and not the actual hero. Imagine my shock when I found out there are virtually no Vulko fics, much less reader inserts. Of course, I had to change that. I plan on this story being about 10 parts so buckle up, buttercups.

Little has changed in Amnesty Bay since you’d left seven years ago. 

The same men sit at their usual spots in the bar, albeit with a little more gray in their hair. The same store-clerks gossip with their customers, the town as close-knit as ever. The same lighthouse sits at the top of the cliff, shining its light out over the sea. 

You’d never meant to return, but as you stand on the porch of your parents’ house and breathed in the salty air, you find it hard to remember why you’d ever even left in the first place. 

The setting sun paints everything a golden yellow as you push open the creaky door and enter into the main foyer. You stifle a sneeze as wafts of dust are kicked up by the breeze, taking in the cobwebs that hang from the ceiling and staircase. You set your bags down with a sigh, the exhaustion of the last day finally catching up with you. 

You’d spent the last three days driving up the East Coast to get here, having packed up your things as quickly as possible after receiving a phone call from your uncle. 

You decide to unload the rest of your things from the car tomorrow, choosing instead to explore the house you’d grown up in. 

Just like the rest of Amnesty Bay, little had changed. 

You pause by the kitchen door, stooping slightly to examine the little lines marking your height as you grew older. The kitchen is the part of the house in the best condition, no doubt thanks to your mother. She’d loved to cook, and even as her and your father’s health waned you knew she’d still have wanted to maintain a good kitchen.

Your eyes trail to a piece of paper sitting on the counter, and you can’t stop the tears that well up when you read your mother’s handwriting. 

So focused on simply getting to Amnesty Bay, you’d left yourself little time to grieve, but standing in your parents’ house that was now yours, and reading something as simple as your mother’s discarded grocery list, the grief finally catches up with you. 

A loud knock startles you out of your stupor, and you hastily wipe the tears away as you go to answer the door. 

A man you’re very familiar with stands there, silhouetted against the growing dusk. There are more wrinkles lining his face than you remember, but his kind smile is the same. 

“Uncle Thomas!” You exclaim, throwing your arms around him. 

He hugs you back tightly, and the two of you embrace on the porch for many minutes before you pull away. 

“Look at you, all grown up.” He says, examining you from head to foot. You laugh, leading him back into the house. “I could say the same, Uncle. The years finally catching up to you?”

“Never,” Thomas says, lowering himself into a chair with a groan. “I’m as young and spry as I was twenty years ago.” 

You shake your head with a chuckle, moving into the kitchen to order a pizza for you to share. When it arrives, the two of you eat and talk about your life away from Amnesty Bay, how going to university went and your old job. 

“Do you know if there are any teaching positions open at the schools up here? I’d love to continue teaching.” You ask. 

“I’m sure I can ask around.” Thomas pauses for a second. “... so you plan on staying, then?”

You glance away, looking out the window at the moon’s reflection off the sea. “I never thought I’d come back,” you say slowly. “Growing up, all I ever wanted was to get away from this sleepy town, to live somewhere as young and vibrant as I was. But now, being back by the sea, here in this house, I don’t know how I stayed away so long. I just wish my return was under better circumstances.” 

Your uncle reaches across the table and lays a comforting hand on your arm. You meet his gaze, the grief in his eyes matching your own. You may have lost your parents, but he’d lost his brother, too. 

Silence reigns for a moment before you clear your throat and stand up. “As much as I’ve appreciated this visit, I’m exhausted.” 

Thomas stands too, and you accompany him to the door. The two of you embrace again before bidding each other farewell. You are left alone once more, the old house creaking as you make your way upstairs to your parents’ old bedroom. 

The room is as dusty as the rest of the house, but you pay it little mind as you unceremoniously drop your bags on the floor and open a window to let the breeze in while you sleep. 

You go through your bedtime routine in a fog of tiredness and grief, not bearing to look at the pictures lining the walls or your parents’ belongings still strewn about. When you finally collapse into bed, sleep takes you immediately. 

~~~

You rise with the sun the next morning, enjoying a mug of tea on the back porch while you plan on what to do with your day. 

You decide to unload your car first, making a quick call to your friends from your old home to make sure they would be sending the rest of your things in the next few days. You spend the rest of the day cleaning the first floor, sorting your parents’ things into “keep” and “give away” piles. You stop at about midday, covered in sweat and dust as you look over your work. 

You’d started with the living room first, and were quite proud of what you’d accomplished to say the least. You’d rearranged the furniture to your liking, swept and mopped the hardwood floors, and cleaned out your father’s old bookcases to make room for your own books that would be coming. Most importantly of all, you’d vigorously cleaned the grande piano sitting in the window, its ivory keys now gleaming. 

You sat on the bench, pressing down on a random note and wincing at the out-of-tune pitch that filled the room. You would definitely need to call someone about getting it tuned. 

The antique grandfather clock in the hall chimes noon, and you jump up, having forgotten about the plans you’d made with Thomas to meet him for lunch. 

After a quick shower you dash out the front door, hopping onto your bike and pedaling into town. Your uncle is already at the restaurant, the only one in town, when you get there, and you apologize profusely for keeping him waiting. 

“It’s no problem,” He smiles easily. “An old man knows how to wait.” 

You scoff before biting your lip as a thought occurred to you. “Where’s Arthur? You didn’t mention him yesterday and I’d really like to see him.” 

Thomas sighs, suddenly looking his age as his shoulders sag. “You know he’s always been surly and moody. He’s been away the past few years now, but he calls every once in a while. He’s coming back for the funeral.”

You nod, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat as the waitress comes by and takes your orders. 

“Oh, I asked around like I said I would, and I think I found something you’ll be really happy about,” Thomas says conspiratorially. “The high school has an open spot for a music teacher, and they want you to take it.” 

You raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “There was no music teacher when I went there. How can there be an open spot for a job that’s never existed before?” 

Your uncle simply shrugs with a twinkle in his eye and mimes zipping his lips. You shake your head in amusement at his antics. “Thank you, uncle, for abusing your power as an eligible bachelor and convincing the principal to create a job for me,” you say teasingly. 

The rest of the meal passes lightheartedly, and he accompanies you to the market afterwards for groceries before giving you a ride back. 

“Make sure to board everything up tonight,” he warns as he helps you gather your bags. “There’s supposed to be a really bad storm blowing in. I’ll swing by in the morning to check on you, but call me if anything happens.” 

The two of you part ways once more, and you pass the afternoon on your hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. The wind picks up outside as dark clouds begin to creep over the horizon, hiding the beginning of the sunset from view, and you decide to stop cleaning for the evening to watch the storm. 

You’d forgotten how the ocean can be both beautiful and terrifying, and you watch in awe as large waves crest and crash against the beach. Lightning flashes brilliantly through the sky, illuminating the bay as thunder rolls in the background. 

You gasp suddenly, spotting a shape crashing onto the shore as waves pounded relentlessly. You press yourself against the window, trying desperately to see what it is. Lightning flashes again, the unmistakable shape of a man struggling to stand sending you dashing out into the storm. 

You’re soaked almost instantly you race down the cliff stairs as quickly as you dare, rain whipping into your eyes making it hard to see. Your feet sink into wet sand as you descend onto the beach, pushing wet hair from your eyes as you frantically search for the man. 

You hear a low groan between peals of thunder, spotting a dark shape laying on top of the sand. You run over to him and fall to your knees, turning him over to rest on his back. You barely register his handsomeness as you feel for his pulse, faint but still there. You look over the rest of his body, pushing away your curiosity at his strange attire when you see the chain twisted around his ankle and the metal lobster trap dragging at the end of it. The skin around his ankle is rubbed raw and bleeding, and you struggle with the chain as you try to remove it. 

“I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt,” you say through gritted teeth, giving the chain a harsh tug that frees it from the man’s leg. He groans in pain as you toss it away, the rain beginning to fall even harder. 

You somehow manage to get him sitting up, wrapping his arm over your shoulder as you prepare to stand. “If you can hear me, I’m going to need you to help me get you standing.” 

He doesn’t reply, but you feel his fingers grip your shoulder for a moment before his hand falls limp again. 

You take in a deep breath before pushing yourself to your feet, your legs shaking under you as you shoulder most of the man’s weight. You begin walking one step at a time through the rain, exhaustion and cold starting to sap you of your strength. 

You push yourself to continue though, knowing that if you stop even once you might not be able to start again. After what feels like hours, you finally make it off the beach and up the cliff to your house. 

Water streams off your forms as you awkwardly maneuver your way into the living room, plopping the man unceremoniously onto the couch as the last of your strength leaves you. You collapse onto a chair, panting hard and shivering violently as the storm continues to rage outside. 

As you catch your breath, you take the opportunity to finally fully examine the stranger you just saved. Dark hair streaked with gray falls across his shoulders, and while he isn’t brawny, you can see the outline of muscle on his body. His face is peaceful as he sleeps, but you can see the fine lines from worry and stress that he must carry during his waking hours. Despite being on the older side, you can’t help but find him incredibly handsome. 

It’s then that you remember his ankle, your legs screaming in protest as you stand once more to fetch the first aid kit. You clean and bandage the wound as best you can and place a pillow underneath his foot to elevate and stop the bleeding. You run your fingers tentatively over the material of his clothes, pulling away at the almost scaly feeling. Leaving that mystery for when he wakes up, you drape a blanket over him and place a glass of water on the table before heading upstairs to change into dry clothes. 

After a hot shower, you can barely keep your eyes open, and stumble into bed where dreams of crashing waves and ocean blue eyes plague you all night long.

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Hiiii I have a question!! Do you write for Nuidis Vulko from Aquaman? If not totally okay, but if you do I'd love it if you could write something with him and a surface dweller reader! Maybe they fall in love after she meets him through Arthur and they have to hide their relationship until Arthur becomes king of Atlantis?

Full disclaimer, I haven't watched a superhero movie in years. I know, I know, shame. Shame. Shame. Shame

But, I came up with this, and I hope you like it. Since NSFW was not requested, I will try to keep it as SFW as possible.

Pairing: Nuidis x Fem. Reader 

Word count: 1k words 

Themes: Soft | some Angst | Fluff 

Warnings: Mild NSFW (Blink and you might miss it)

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Nuidis was accompanying Arthur when the latter was meeting up with old college friends.

You were talking about a new echolocation device you were working on, and how it could be used in deep-sea exploration without harming other creatures like whales and dolphins. Nuidis is curious and asks more questions.

You admit you were stuck with fine-tuning the frequency.

He offers to help.

Nuidis would drop by every afternoon to help you. He'd listen to you talk of your time spent in college, about Arthur. about your own hopes and dreams. One such dream was to travel to the South Pole, just to see it, if nothing else.

Nuidis says he could take you one day if you wish. You just brush it off as polite talk.

The visits continued and evolved into more than just lab work and chit-chat.

You and Nuidis go out for coffee. The first time he had an espresso, Nuidis declared it the most interesting drink he had ever had. Then he proceeded to have several, while you tried desperately to stop him.

Nuidis didn't stop bouncing off the walls till the next morning. You had to keep him in your apartment because he kept bouncing off the walls till morning.

He then apologizes profusely for inconveniencing you the night before.

"I am most horrified by my behaviour. It will never happen again, y/n"

"Of course, it's not going to happen again. Because you're not going near coffee again."

After speaking to Arthur about the best way to make amends, Nuidis brings you a bunch of flowers the next day. You think it's very sweet.

He offers to take you out again, this time to make up for the great caffeine debacle. You accept.

He takes you to a quiet restaurant, where the two of you spend the evening talking about each other's lives. He's shocked to find out you already know about Arthur's Atlantean heritage, but at the same time, he's happy, as he can freely talk to you about his world. 

The two of you lose track of time, going from restaurants to little cafes to twenty-four-hour movie theaters, talking not just about work, but about everything. Nuidis realizes he has so much in common with you, like your shared love of history and languages. He'd bring you books from his own library, encouraging you to read them, and then questioning you after you have finished a chapter. 

You enjoy it, both the books and spending time with him. You find Nuidis to be a most fascinating man. And incredibly chivalrous and charming to boot. 

Nuidis finds himself quite taken by you, thinking you to be very witty and sweet and eager to learn.

Arthur sees what's happening even if the two of you are ignorant of it. He keeps quiet, thinking that the two of you need to figure it out on your own.

Nuidis starts to feel something, something that's more than just friendship, but he's afraid he could endanger you by getting too involved with you. Orm would never tolerate the union of a high-born Atlantean and a lowly surface dweller, and because of this, Nuidis keeps his feelings in check for now.

As time progresses, you start to feel something for Nuidis. He's the first thing on your mind when you wake up, and the last thing on your mind. You'd find yourself looking at him at the oddest moments, your cheeks turning bright red if he catches you. Nuidis finds this enchanting.

And then one evening, Nuidis brings you a gift for your birthday. It was of Atlantis, of how it was before it sank into the ocean, one that Nuidis made with his own hands. A secret button would make little holographic scenes come to life. You were so touched that you kissed him on the cheek. 

Nuidis swallows before finally caving in and kissing you squarely on the lips. 

The two of you stand there, he mortified, you stunned, and then you finally reciprocate by kissing him back. He ends up taking you to bed and making love to you for most of the night.

The two of you have to keep your relationship secret, as Orm still holds the title of crown prince and Arthur is trying to overthrow him. After Orm sends a giant wave to destroy surface-dwelling towns, Nuidis stays away for your own safety.

It's the worst time of his life, being away from you, but he knows it must be done. Orm was hunting down anyone even remotely connected to Arthur and his accomplices, and Nuidis didn't want you getting caught in the crossfire. 

You were miserable, thinking Nuidis just upped and disappeared. No one told you anything, not even Arthur. Not knowing what else to do, you moved back to a completely different state, to start over and try and forget about Nuidis and the past several months.

In the meantime, Nuidis had been helping Arthur win against Orm, and putting a stop to the war. The days bled into weeks, and weeks bled into months. But in the end, Arthur won, and no one knew where you had gone. 

Arthur helped Nuidis search for you, and when they did find you, the new king of Atlantis gave him his blessings.

"Do not mess this up," he says, as he gives something to his mentor.

Nuidis promises he won't.

One fine morning, you opened the door to your apartment, shocked to find who was standing on the other side.

"It took you long enough," you say bitterly.

Nuidis responds with the most heartfelt apology you've ever heard. One that tugged on all your heartstrings, as was the explanation that followed. Nuidis then shocks you even more by getting down on one knee, holding a little black box in his hand, and already opening it, exposing the jewel inside. 

You, between tears and laughter, managed to squeak out a yes.

[megaman-fluffcanons]

Hello! Could you write some hcs for Aqua Man as the reader’s best friend? He just strikes me as the kind of guy you would love to be buds with!

it has been a minute since I've written for him last!

*You and Aqua Man are best buds, and are practically inseperable!

*Aqua Man can make you laugh when no one else can with his jokes

*He will do what he can to get your attention, especially when you're around others

*You enjoy spending time with him, as he is your closest friend after all!

*there may or may not be water balloon fights between you two

*to which he cheats at considering he can control water

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 1

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 3631 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

(21 years old)

'All right, team,' Y/N Prince addressed her small group of young heroes. 'Good work today. Now go hit the showers and enjoy a nice quiet night in. You've earned it.'

'So crash!' Bart cried with an energetic jump. If anyone were to guess how the team's week had been solely based on Bart's energy, they would've said it had been cruisy. Not that Y/N had led a covert task force over the past week into Bialya to take down meta-human trafficking outposts.

Y/N watched with pride as Bart and Jaime bantered on their way out, followed by Stephanie and Cassie chatting excitedly about something, all the while Tim and Cassie held hands quietly. It had surprised the team a little how, out of the blue, the two of them were dating. But if Wally's death had taught them all anything, it was that time was too precious to waste in their line of work. They'd been together ever since.

Two years, Y/N mentally noted, and suddenly the adrenaline she'd been running on for the past week died as the last of the team exited the entrance chamber of the Watchtower. Exhaustion weighed down on her spent body, but an extra weight now sat in heart. Has it really been that long already?

So much had changed in that time. Like how the Young Justice began working out of the Watchtower alongside the Justice League, having both the Hall of Justice and Mount Justice destroyed by the Reach and the Light respectively. M'gann and Connor were back together, having finally gotten over their differences and accepted their mistakes. Also, Kaldur had been offered a position in the Justice League following the retirement of his king, and so Kaldur took his place as the new Aquaman in the Justice League. M'gann was promoted to new team leader, with Connor and Y/N assisting her as senior members of the team.

Some things had remained the same, however. Like the team's energy and slight dysfunction that always made Y/N feel at home. They weren't perfect, but what family ever is?

Dick was still gone. So was Artemis. She'd, understandably, retired as Green Arrow's protégé immediately after Wally's death, assuming her undercover identity Tigress instead and going off on her own. Neither had stayed in touch with anyone on the team.

You're my best friend. Always have been, always will be...

'Yeah right,' Y/N mumbled bitterly as she made her way to the conference room. No doubt that'd be where M'gann and Connor were waiting for her to debrief the mission.

Upon entering the room with the long table, she was immediately embraced by M'gann. 'Welcome back,' she said, squeezing Y/N tighter. 'We're so glad you're okay.'

Y/N smiled softly as she embraced M'gann in return. 'You ever doubted me?'

'No,' Connor answered, 'but you can never be too cautious right?'

Y/N let go of M'gann to hug Connor as well. Since getting back together, Connor wasn't as emotionally suppressed as he'd initially been. It was nice seeing him this way, more happy and free. The same effect had happened to M'gann, who (only around the team and the Justice League) revealed her white martian self proudly instead of pretending to be something she wasn't.

'You're right,' Y/N said as she released him, then the three of them took a seat to discuss the mission.

The debrief didn't take long, there wasn't much to report on as all out-posts had been hit successfully, putting Queen Bee's meta-human trafficking at least a little behind.

'It's not much, but it's the best we could do with the little information we got,' Y/N admitted. 'I dislike Queen Bee and her minions as much as the next person, but I've got to give it to her, she knows how to keep things under wraps.'

M'gann reached across from where she sat and closed her hand over Y/N's. 'Y/N, the mission was a success,' M'gann insisted. 'And what's most important is that you brought everyone home. Alive.'

Y/N heard the underlying fear in her words, the memory she was thinking of as she spoke them. Y/N twisted her hand over to clasp M'gann's in return. 'I know,' she said softly. 'But I just... we haven't so much as put a dent into the underbelly of meta-human trafficking in the two years it's been running. Somedays... Somedays I just feel so useless.'

'I know, Y/N,' Connor reassured. 'But we've just got to trust that our hard work will pay off eventually. I know it doesn't seem like much now, but every mission counts. Don't be so hard on yourself.'

Y/N withdrew her hand at the comment, hastily standing up. 'Don't be hard on myself? My mother is Wonder Woman, is the Champion of Themyscira, a World War II hero, and had already saved the world once by my age now. My father was a fighter pilot in the Iran-Iraq war and died fighting for his country,' she said angrily. 'And what am I doing? Hiding under the protection of darkness, taking out small outposts that will just be rebuilt elsewhere just as quickly? How can I not be hard on myself?'

At M'gann's taken aback expression, Y/N felt slightly guilty for raising her voice. But they just didn't understand. All her life, she'd been training and fighting for her supposed "destiny". Surely this wasn't it.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N said, forcing herself to calm down. 'I just...'

'You don't have to a apologise,' M'gann interrupted, standing and walking over to Y/N to clasp their hands together. 'After all we've done together, I understand that what we do now doesn't seem like enough. But I can tell you were made for more.'

Y/N offered her a grateful smile and M'gann let their hands drop. 'I should go. Mother and I have patrol in Washington DC tonight.'

'Already?' M'gann asked, face dropping with disappointment. 'But you just got back. Surely she knows that.'

'Unfortunately, even in the country's capital, crime never sleeps. I'm just grateful it's nothing like Gotham,' Y/N said.

'I agree,' Connor said. 'Visited there once with-' He paused for a moment, eyes growing wary as he looked between Y/N and M'gann. But Y/N already knew what he was going to say and gave him a slight nod to continue anyway. 'With Dick. We did patrol once there together. To put it simply, they're all nutcases there.'

Y/N managed an amused half-smile. 'You're not wrong there,' she said, then made her way to the door. Before she reached the doorknob, M'gann called out.

'Maybe when you're free next, you can join us for dinner at home,' she offered, her eyes hopeful as she waited Y/N's answer.

'Yeah,' she eventually answered though it wasn't as enthusiastic as she should've been. 'Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll talk to you guys soon. Don't stay up here too late.'

It had to be close to 7pm in Washington DC at least, so there weren't many people still left in the Watchtower. Just those from the League and her team that were rostered for overnight supervision. Y/N made sure to greet each person she walked by on the way to the Zeta-tubes. But just as she was about to dial in her code to leave, a resounding voice made her pause.

'Wonderess,' Kaldur called. 'Not even a hello before you head off for another mission?'

Y/N smirked as she turned back around to face the new hero of Atlantis. 'I'm sorry, Aquaman,' she said in an exaggerated tone. 'Not all of us can sit around having team parties with our Justice League buddies.'

To anyone else, it would've been taken as an insult. But Kaldur saw her humour and smiled. 'Oh is that what this is about? You know the League do more than just chit chat.'

Y/N shook her head. 'I don't know. The mess you guys left behind in the conference room before I left tells another story.'

As Kaldur approached Y/N, the sarcastic banter dropped as they both embraced each other. Kaldur had grown into a fit, muscular man, and now stood a good head taller than Y/N. His uniform was more or less the same as it had always been, except now both his arms were covered from shoulder-to-finger in gold armour. He certainly was no longer just a young lad, but the man his predecessor saw he could become.

'It is good to see you, Y/N,' Kaldur said softly as he pulled away.

'And you, old friend,' Y/N replied, a genuine smile splitting her lips.

'I heard you went into Bialyan territory,' Kaldur continued. 'I am glad to see you and the rest of the team are unharmed.'

'Well, the team are no longer just children' Y/N said, 'but it was a simple enough mission too. Nothing too dangerous.'

Kaldur's brows furrowed together as he looked over Y/N. 'I sense you are not happy with something. Wasn't the mission successful as I have heard?'

Y/N let out a soft sigh. 'It's not that I'm not happy with the mission's success. Of course I'm happy we all got home okay. I just...' She didn't really feel like explaining herself again, but Kaldur nodded in understanding.

'You feel stuck,' he finished, to which Y/N nodded in confirmation. Kaldur turned so he could look to the giant windows of the Watchtower's entrance chamber. They framed Earth in a way that made it seem both ginormous and insignificant at the same time. 'The League is in a similar position, I am afraid to admit. Some days there is progress. Other days, it feels like I wait so much I am afraid I will freeze in one spot.'

'How do you combat that?' Y/N asked.

Kaldur turned back to Y/N, his face softened with a small smile. 'I train.'

'That's it?' Y/N asked, not quite believing her friend.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'Amongst other things, yes. I train, I go home, I see my family, I laugh with my friends. I do all these things to remind myself why I am here. Why I do what I do. It sounds to me like you need to remind yourself why you are here.'

'Because of the team,' she said without hesitation. He hadn't asked a question, but she felt she needed to justify herself. 'Because I can't just desert them, not when they're working so hard.'

'And yet you feel you are not doing enough,' Kaldur countered, his teal eyes gazing hard at her. 'Why?'

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but no answer came.

'Y/N,' Kaldur continued. 'Why do you feel the need to stay when you don't want to be there?'

'I do want to stay-'

'Don't lie to me, Y/N,' Kaldur interrupted.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she looked from Kaldur, to the conference room door where M'gann and Connor still were, and back to Kaldur. Seeing no escape from his fierce questioning, she caved.

'It's not that I don't want to stay,' she admitted quietly. 'I love the kids, I love the team. I'm just... so tired, Kaldur. Of doing the same thing week in and week out and getting nowhere. But if I leave, I don't want the team to think I'm abandoning them. Not like-'

Y/N bit her lip at the thought of him. No, she wouldn't leave. She just wouldn't.

Kaldur pressed his lips into a firm line. 'Dick needed to reforge his own path. He was grieving in his own way.'

'Well I was grieving, too,' Y/N countered, a sudden surge of anger flaring up inside her. How dare Kaldur defend Dick. 'And I had to get on with my life because the team needed me. We needed him, Kaldur. I needed him, and he just left.'

Y/N bowed her head to collect her thoughts and calm down. That's two friends she had yelled at for no reason. Before she could apologise though, Kaldur placed a hand on her shoulder, and she raised her head to find him looking directly into her eyes.

'I cannot say I am not also disappointed in our friend,' Kaldur admitted sadly. 'I did not expect him to become so closed off for so long. But you've helped rebuild this team from the grief and pain it experienced when Wally died. I think you've earned the right to decide where you go from here, Y/N, without feeling guilty or selfish if your wish is not to stay with the team. In my opinion, you were made for more than this.'

'That's funny,' Y/N said in a flat voice. 'You're the second person today to tell me that.'

'Maybe because it is true,' Kaldur said sincerely. 'You know you still have a place in the Justice League whenever you'd like to join us. I would be honoured and happy to fight alongside a warrior such as yourself again. It would be like old times.'

Y/N offered a grateful smile as she patted Kaldur's hand that still rested on her shoulder. 'Thanks Kaldur, but I'm not ready for that just yet. Besides, you don't need two Amazonians running the show. And let's be real, we would so be in charge of you boys.'

The two shared quiet laughter as Kaldur's hand retuned to his side. 'Very well, then. So what will your decision be, Wonderess?'

Y/N looked to the Earth and space beyond it once more. Her heart and head were tearing her in two. She truly loved being a part of the team, but something inside her agreed with M'gann and Kaldur. Surely she was meant for more. But what exactly that was, she had to go find out.

'I think you're right, Kaldur,' she finally said, turning back to face her friend. 'I think I need to remind myself why I am here in the first place. And that comes from knowing who I am to begin with.'

Kaldur's face pinched in slight confusion. 'I'm sorry, but I do not follow.'

Y/N didn't answer straight away. Instead, she turned to dial in her code to exit the Watchtower. 'B-00: Wonderess,' the computer announced as the Zeta-tube activated.

She then finally turned back to Kaldur. 'I need to know where I've been to then know where I will go,' she said. 'I need to go back to where it all started.'

'And where's that?' Kaldur asked.

'With my mother,' she answered, then spared him one last sweet smile. 'Tell M'gann and Connor and the team I'm sorry.'

Kaldur looked as if he wanted to say something, ask more questions. But Kaldur was always more insightful than the rest of their group. He didn't always need an explanation. He just somehow knew, and so Y/N was grateful when he accepted her words with a simple nod of his head.

'Be safe, dear friend,' he said in farewell. 'May destiny be kind to you, wherever it leads you.'

Y/N nodded her appreciation and entered the Zeta-tube. It was always a weird sensation travelling by Zeta-tube, like a million light pricks into every part of the body. Thankfully the trip was quick to the Zeta tube depot in Washington DC, with Y/N walking out of an abandoned janitor's closest in the post office down the road from her apartment.

She smiled and waved down to civilians as she flew over the busy streets, but she flew as fast as she could to the meeting point.

Her mother casually sat atop the Washington Monument as Y/N approached, floating just in front of her. 'I was starting to worry you had gotten caught in Bialya,' Diana joked as she stood to greet her daughter. 'Welcome home, my daughter.'

'Good to see you, Mother,' Y/N said, and the two briefly embraced.

'Now that you're here,' Diana said, prepping to take off for the usual patrol, 'why don't we get going.'

'Actually, Mother, there is something I wanted to talk to you about first,' Y/N interrupted.

Diana raised an eyebrow. 'Really? And what would that be?'

Y/N took a deep breath in before she spoke the words. But when she did, she had never been more sure. 'I want you to take me back to your home. To Themyscira.'

~~~

Since she was a little girl, Y/N had heard hundreds of stories from her mother about the homeland of the Amazons. How beautiful it was with its architecture, its nature, and the women who ruled the island. She'd always dreamed of someday going there, but her mother said it was impossible to find it.

Except she failed to mention that despite leaving the island and forgetting where it was located, Diana had been gifted a compass that would always lead her back home, but only if she used it. It would not work without Amazonian hands.

So after all the storytelling and all the dreaming, nothing came close to actually witnessing Themyscira in the flesh.

Y/N stood speechless on the beach, looking up at the steps that led up to the first level of the city that seemed to climb higher and higher towards the sky. It was something out of the Ancient Greek text books Diana used to make Y/N read as a child, but even more fantastical and wondrous.

It wasn't just the visuals, though. Since the Invisible Jet broke through the barrier that hid Themyscira, Y/N had felt a pull of sorts towards the island. Now that she stood on its soil, she felt a warm energy wash over her, strengthen her, pull her into its embrace as if to say, Welcome home at last.

An entourage of women in red leather slitted skirts, plated tops, and armour while holding spears followed behind a woman dressed in white and purple robes. Ebony hair billowed out behind her golden leaf crown, the grey strands in between looking more silver as they caught the midday sun.

Y/N knew immediately who she was. Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Her grandmother.

As Hippolyta approached Y/N and Diana, she opened her arms to take her daughter's face into her hands. 'Diana,' she said, bringing her lips to her daughter's forehead in a simple kiss. 'Welcome home.'

'Thank you, Mother,' Diana said, and Y/N could tell by her mother's smile that she was joyous to be home. 'I'm sorry it took me so long.'

'Do not worry about that, child,' Hippolyta reassured. 'You are here now.'

She then looked over to Y/N, and for some reason Y/N straightened up, flattened out her Wonderess uniform, made sure her hair was tucked behind her headband. Y/N was briefly taken back to the time she (consciously) remembered meeting her grandparents on her father's side. All dressed up so as to make a good impression.

Y/N held her breath as Hippolyta walked slowly over to her, grey eyes scanning every inch of Y/N's figure in silence. When she'd done a cursory glance, she then stepped closer and took Y/N's face into her hands. Y/N was unable to look away from Hippolyta as the older woman caressed and poked and prodded at her features.

At last, Hippolyta stopped and her hands dropped to Y/N's shoulders. A kind, joyous smile graced the older woman's features. 'You have my daughter's eyes,' she said quietly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'So kind and forthright. What is your name child?'

'Y/N Prince,' Y/N managed to get out once she caught her breath. 'Daughter of Steve Trevor...' Her gaze flickered to her mother, and the two shared a smile. '...and Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira.'

Y/N looked back to see Hippolyta tearing up as realisation finally hit her. 'I have a granddaughter,' she said as she finally embraced Y/N completely, to which Y/N reciprocated and the entourage of Amazonians cheered and smashed their shields with their spears in celebration.

Hippolyta let go of Y/N to clasp one of her hands as she went to grab her daughter's hand. She then turned the three of them to face the crowd. 'My daughter and your champion, and my granddaughter have come home!'

More cheers erupted.

'Let us prepare a feast in their honour,' Hippolyta continued, and when the crowd began to disperse, she turned to Diana and Y/N to speak more quietly. 'I am sure you have both come here for a reason, and not just to say hello.'

'You are correct, Mother,' Diana said. 'It seems as though I have neglected our origins as Amazonians for too long and can no longer teach Y/N our ways.'

'I wish to learn who I am,' Y/N added. 'I wish to know where I come from, so that I may know where I must go next.'

'And how long do you believe that will take?' Hippolyta asked.

'As long as it takes,' Y/N answered, more certain than ever before. 'I don't care what I must do, Your Majesty. I will follow your guidance, as my mother once did.'

Hippolyta considered Y/N for a moment, then spared Diana an impressed smirk. 'Well, you taught her one thing, Diana.'

'What's that mother?' Diana asked.

'Your steadfast stubbornness.' Hippolyta looked back to Y/N. 'Very well, granddaughter. You will train among the other warriors. I just hope you know it won't be as easy as you might think.'

'Trust me,' Y/N replied, 'I'm hoping it isn't.'

Hippolyta's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 'That attitude is already a good start. Come, we will talk of this later. First, let us celebrate this homecoming.'

That night Y/N ate and drank and danced among women like her, some older, some younger, some taller, some stronger. And she had never felt more at home, more recognised and celebrated. She'd had her doubts if she had made the right decision, but now she had no doubt.

She was where she belonged.

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gBUEwVG by stitchlikespopcorn oh besties,,,, idk how this even happened but it did. (actually i know exactly how it happened, i started reading the Wayne family adventures webtoon that got me back into young justice. i saw character whump and brain went brrrr and here we are) CW: traumatic medical episode, seizures ---- Set during the events of the Season 3 Finale arc. Words: 6875, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Kaldur'ahm, M'gann M'orzz, Connor Kent, Artemis Crock, Garfield Logan, Violet Harper, Victor Stone, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Wu-San, Barbara Gordon, Nightwing, Oracle, Orphan, Aquaman, Miss Martian, Superboy (DCU), Huntress, Beast Boy, Halo - Character, Cyborg - Character, Robin, Spoiler, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Batman, Batman's Team (Young Justice), Jason Todd, Mentioned Jason Todd - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson & Reader, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Mentioned Jason Todd/Reader Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Medical Procedures, Whump, Dick Grayson Whump, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, and a week off, Platonic Relationships, Reader-Insert, No use of y/n, Reader Whump, because I said so, Reader is like everyone's younger sister, Use of she/her pronouns, i'm not emotionally okay thanks for asking, Sickfic, Seizures read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gBUEwVG

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Still one of my favorite panels

Truth be told, Batso is a pathetic character. I don't know how his colleagues can fear him and allow him to lead them, most of them knowing his history of trauma and mental instability.

It really helps the bat has the whole DC Comics company is blatantly rooting for him, against all the other heroes, many far more deserving of praise than him.

This remainds me of another Green Lantern, Guy Gardner, who dared to confront Batso's self appointed authority, and challenge him to an open fight. Guy went so far as to remove his only advantage, his power ring to make the fight a fair one, forgetting there's no fair fight with a man trained in a gazillion martial arts, being a simple bar brawler. Even so, he acted as a gentleman.

That gesture notwithstanding, writers and stupid fans celebrated the bat's victory with only one punch, as it was a great accomplishment for a man like him, against an ill advised, though well intentioned, hothead. The point is Batso is always right, even if he's not. Writers do this because they have orders from above.

My question is: why do readers allow it? They even applauded it as one more of the signs of coolness of their hero.

No offense, batso-fanboys, but I have zero respect for you. You made this possible with your money and unyielding support without discerning where are the limits. It seems to me you have zero respect for yourselves, as well.

The rest of the of Justice League are enablers, because the order from the directorate of DC is: everyone must be the "yes men" to the bat.

Yes, Superman being, by Sovereign Decree, the worst enabler of them all. It figures, because he's used to be under the ruling of another unworthy human, Lois Lane.

Just two more things:

1) You may remember in the first New 52 animation, called "War" Batso makes constant disrespectful remarks about GL Jordan, a respected member of an inter galactic cop squadron called the GL Corps, being even capable to steal his ring from his hand. "You weren't concentrating" isn't an explanation. Since childhood, I've been told that ring has to chose you because you are worthy of the responsibility. Can only be removed after you die, whether you are looking or not. Or is it so easy to being taken off you finger when you are sleeping because "you weren't concentrating..."?

2) If Batso is so great...why didn't the ring chose him? Something is not so special about the bat.

In the implausible scenario he could've taken the trinket from Jordan's finger, the ring should've return instantly to its rightful bearer. It doesn't matter: it was possible because there's nothing impossible for Batso, to make him look cool, no matter the rules previously stablished by DC Comics for all the other heroes. They don't apply to Batso. He's soooo cool!

I also remember when Aquaman was about to smash Batso's face in, in the comic Throne of Athlantis. A pity: DC's heads didn't let it happen.

This is a lost battle because the owner company is in favor of their most valuable asset (Batso) and the fans are a bunch of knuckleheads (no offense...) without discern and a lot of self inserting issues of their own.

It's like trying to talk logic to your girlfriend or your wife: it just doesn't take. (Sorry, ladies. Again, no offense...).

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How about #2 with Thor,Arthur, or Deadpool? 🙃💛

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Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Arthur loves to tease you when you have things to do but you can give it as good as you get

Warnings: nudity, teasing, fluff, implied smut, reader calls Arthur a slut (like we all know he is)

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“Ok so we have dinner with your parents tonight but we’re in charge of drinks and dessert so I was thinking that you could run into town to get a nice bottle of wine while I made a pie. And then oh yummy just so- Arthur!” You looked up from where you had been folding the long overdue laundry only to see your fiancé wander into the bedroom dressed only in a towel that did nothing to hide the way his ‘gift’ swung as he moved. Your thoughts quickly trailed off to a place you had no time to go before you caught yourself.

“What?” He asked but the smirk on his stupid face gave him away. You angrily pointed at him.

“No. This is not happening.” 

Arthur dramatically put his hand on his bare chest like he was offended. “What’s not happening? Dinner? That’s disappointing, I was looking forward to it.” You glared at him.

“Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it.” You sucked your teeth and turned back to the laundry, folding the last remaining shirt and then moving over to the closet. Arthur’s light footfalls followed you, keeping just enough distance to keep you interested. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting up with Lois, and Clark but I really think he just invited himself. He’s got some serious fomo.”

Your fiancé reached around you and plucked up a pair of underwear from his pile as you were putting everything away. You fought the urge to look back at him, knowing that if you did, you would just be giving him what he wanted. You cleared your throat and kept talking. “So you’re welcome to come along if you want, I doubt Clark will want to listen to me and his wife having girl talk.”

There came a muffled thud from behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his white towel now a heap on the floor. You could vaguely see his naked legs out of your peripheral vision, you were tempted, dear god were you tempted to just look up a couple more inches. Your grip on the now empty laundry basket got tighter. “And um, your mom wanted to go wedding dress shopping this weekend but- fuck.” 

You made the mistake of turning around once you believed it was safe but instead you were met with the glorious view of Arthur’s mostly naked tattooed body, wearing only the tightest, smallest boxers you had ever seen. That bastard knew you were close to breaking.

“Out!” He actually jumped at your outburst. “Go on get! We absolutely cannot be late tonight and I cannot show up to your parents’ house smelling like sex. So go get a bottle of wine, a nice one, and leave me alone until we have to go.” Looking like a kicked puppy, Arthur whined and left the room, shooting you a sad look over his shoulder.

You huffed. “And put on some clothes you slut!”

Arthur had homework, and as pathetic as that sounded, it was resoundingly true. In order to get the Atlantean king more involved in Justice League business, Bruce had given him a stack of files on various villains to read through. Begrudgingly, Arthur had complied, of course with a little motivation from you but Batman didn’t need to know that.

So once a week, he would hole himself up in your little office at the back of the house and study. As soon as the door shut behind him, you set your plan into motion.

Making sure the shower was extra hot, you stepped into the stream of water. You stayed in just long enough to quickly scrub your body in your extra fancy body wash and to make sure you were completely soaked. You grabbed the smallest towel you could find (coincidentally it was the same one Arthur used only three days ago) and wrapped it around yourself as best you could while not completely drying off. Most of your naked body was still visible though, including your entire right side, but it covered just enough that Arthur wouldn’t be suspicious.

The grumbling coming from behind the office door told you all you needed to know. You smothered the smirk on your face behind a concerned expression and quietly entered. His huge figure was hunched over your desk, a large pile of paper in front of him, his unruly hair tied up messily out of his face, exposing the way his nose scrunched in confusion.

“How’s your work going Art?” His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s going,” he responded with a grumble, turning in his seat to face you but froze quickly, “Queenie, what are you wearing?” Playing dumb, you looked down at your scantily covered body, still wet and warm from the shower, then back up to your fiancé.

“Oh I just took a shower, is that a problem?” He furiously shook his head.

“Nope, nada. You take allllll the showers you want lovey.” He looked at you and it seemed like he was about to get up from the desk to attack you but the files caught his eye once more and he deflated. You grinned victoriously. “Except maybe not today,” Arthur winced, “I have a lot of stuff I have to get done.”

“How would me being all wet and steamy be a problem for you my king?” Your voice took on a sultry tone, one you only used in the bedroom and it had an immediate effect on him. His eyes instantly went dark with lust and his fingers curled into a fist.

With a herculean effort, Arthur forced himself to turn away from you and focus back on his work. “This has to get done so can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Let me get out of your way, I know how important all this is and how you can’t be distracted.” You purred as you walked back to the door, making sure your hips swayed sensually, just the way he liked. “Come find me when you’re done.” And then you dropped the towel.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“Fuck this.” Huge hands were suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were spun around, coming face-to-face with the man you had promised to spend your life with. “You are an evil evil woman.” He snarled.

“And yet, I got the King of Atlantis to crack.” You smugly responded.

“Then let me show you what riling up a king gets you.” And Arthur learned that day that you gave as good as you got.

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[make-me-imagine]

Okay, so I've got Top-Gun on the mind. If you were a pilot, what would your call sign be??? Any cool nicknames back home, or...?

Anyway, I found a call-sign generator if you want to check it out!!! I got "Raider" which sounds pretty cool!!!

I've thought too much about this before lol.

One of my favorites that I would love to have is 'Mirage' which I used as a reader insert call sign in one of my fics, as well as 'Night Hawk'

That would be if I had a choice, but in real life others give you your call sign, so I have no idea what it would end up being. Probably something mildly insulting lmao (I bet it would have to do with my height too -I'm very short lol-)

I've never had any nicknames besides what I go by on here 'Mera' which technically means both "Commander" and "Princess" because of the Aquaman comics lol.

Thanks for the link! That might come in handy for future Top Gun fics

xx

[amarabliss]

Fusion -(Arthur Curry/Reader)

A terrible accident has interesting consequences when Arthur gives you blood...

Arthur stumbled as the waves slammed into the back of his legs. He regained his footing quickly ensuring that you didn’t drop from his arms. Quickly he got you to the beach setting you down as the sun rose slowly over the dunes.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He thought to himself as he put pressure around the harpoon jutting from your chest. 

Your lips were turning blue as his own panic began to sit in. He shook his head, “No, no, no, Y/N open your eyes.”

“Arthur!” He didn’t take his eyes off, of you as Mera and Vulko struggled up onto the beach.

Mera reached him first dropping to her knees. Vulko came up just after, “Arthur are you alright? Were you hit?”

“Help her.” Arthur looked up to his mentor who paled when he came up on the scene, “Vulko, please help her.”

The older Atlantean stared into his king’s eyes. He saw a young man desperate for anyone to help someone he loved. He had warned Arthur that bringing a full-blooded human below the sea would be trouble even if it was just off her boat for small dives. 

Vulko also knew the heart wants what it wants, and who was he to stop his king from happiness, when his previous queen now resided on land. He knelt next to you assessing the wound quickly, “Mera, we will weed for wraps, and algae greenest you can find...be quick.”

Arthur followed Mera with his eyes as she ran off until a moan came from you. His eyes snapped back to you as Vulko pressed around the wound, “Is it bad?”

Vulko took a deep breath in before looking at him, “I fear the harpoon may have struck her lung...while our anatomies are similar, our abilities to heal is different.”

“What are you saying?” Arthur frowned his hand resting on yours as he anticipated the answer.

“I may...be able to make her comfortable, my king.” Vulko looked at him with sorrow, “But I fear the wound may have caused too much blood loss and damage to her lung.”

“No…” Arthur shook his head, “there has to be something more you can do.”

Vulko shook his head, “I am sorry, my king…we do not have the supplies or the proper tools. Maybe if we had human blood, I could sustain her…”

Mera came back holding everything in her arms, “I found what I could and can get more if it’s needed.”

“Good…” Vulko began rolling up his sleeves, “I will need your help to take out the harpoon and packing the wound…”

“Wait…” The two Atlanteans stopped looking at him, “Taking out the harpoon will cause more bleeding, you said she already lost too much…”

Vulko took in a breath, “Yes…but if we leave it in there is greater chance of infection. If there is any chance it did not puncture her lung, this is the best option.”

“What if we gave her my blood?” They both looked at him shocked.

“You’re an at Atlantean…” Mera shook her head.

“And human.” Arthur corrected her.

“Arthur,” Vulko stared at him intensely, “using your blood could very well kill her. Even if you were a full-blooded human. You may not match her type…”

“Y/N is already dying.” He felt his jaw clench as he stared at the two, “I have to believe that there is a chance to get her help. Please…try…”

The pair looked at each other before Vulko nodded, “I will need reeds…the ones…”

“I know.” Mera nodded, “I saw some, I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you…” Arthur whispered as he watched the pair begin working on a different approach.

It took them over an hour to get the supplies needed to set everything up. Another one to perform the procedure. He felt weak but seeing color in your face was worth the woozy feeling.

Vulko reached over taking out the reed feeding his blood into your system, “That is all I am willing to allow.”

“How is she?” Arthur leaned against the rock they had moved to for cover.

His mentor frowned, “I cannot be certain, but her heart rate has steadied.”

“That’s good though right? It was racing…” Arthur blinked several times.

Vulko bandaged your arm before nodding, “Generally yes…but I am still not hopeful, Arthur.”

Arthur frowned his eyes looking down to your face as you rested. Your cheeks were pink, a good sign of a fever. He didn’t want to lose you. Not when he had so much he wanted to tell you.

“Eat this and rest.” Mera handed him what looked like some sort of sushi roll. He still was not use to an Atlantean diet, but it was nice that food was always around, “I will wake you if you something changes. I promise.”

After some protest and insisting that he was fine he gave into their demands. There was nothing he could do anyways except wait. Rest came fast when he shut his eyes listening to the crashing waves on the shoreline. He dreamed of you, your smile, on your boat enjoying time with him. He wished that was how the day had gone, not chasing pirates and poachers seeking glory in taking down Aquaman.

He woke feeling the sun on his face as it began to set in the sea. He wiped a hand over his bread taking in a deep breath cracking his neck as he looked to where you were laying. Panic gripped his chest seeing an empty place in the sand.

“Y/N…” He rolled to his knees quickly scanning the beach. His heart leapt to his throat when he saw you standing at the waters edge a ways down. Quickly he got up running toward you, “Y/N! You shouldn’t be standing…Vulko was sure…”

“He and Mera went back to Atlantis…” You interrupted him your voice steady and strong, “He said he needed to get a scanner and Mera wanted to inform everyone that you alright.”

“Did Vulko say…you would be okay?” He stopped next to you glancing out at the sea trying to see what you were looking at, “You were in pretty rough shape…”

“That’s why he went to get a scanner…” When you turned to him his mouth dropped open slightly. Your complexion was a healthy one and your wound looked healed, if anyone had happened by they would think that you were perfectly fine and somehow ripped your shirt.

He knew you though and saw the difference instantly. Your perfect eyes now held a soft aqua glow. Similar to Mera’s when she used her hydrokinesis, but never waning. Much like how his eyes changed when he was younger. He didn’t know what to say.

When he didn’t speak you turned your gaze back to the ocean, “They told me you gave me your blood. Vulko is hoping that whatever is happening good…but he wants to be sure.”

“Y/N…I…” He licked his lips. He couldn’t tell if you were upset or alright with the situation, “I didn’t want to lose you because of some idiot trying to make a name for himself.”

You didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, you took in a deep breath, “Is this what you feel all the time?”

“What?” He stepped closer to you concerned.

“I don’t know.” You squinted as you struggled trying to find the words, “I can’t put my finger on it…but it’s like you can feel everything. You can feel all the life…”

He felt a small smile creep to face as he began to nod. He knew what you meant as soon as you said it, “Uh…yeah…that’s definitely one way to put it.”

“Huh…” You crossed your arms across yourself as you continued to stare out past the horizon.

“You can really feel that?” You nodded your hair bouncing gently in the sea breeze. He’d always wanted to share this connection with you. He always tried to explain it and you always tried to understand but never quite grasped the concept.

He wondered what else had changed. Scratching the back of his head, “How are you feeling otherwise?”

“Good.” You looked at him and smiled, “Better then good actually. A little sad…I think my boat sank…Thank god for insurance, right?”

He chuckled with you before another thought crossed his mind, “Why don’t we go find it?”

“What? How?” You made a face as he raised his eyebrows, “Whoa…Arthur you’re not really suggesting that…that I can…”

“Why not?” He smirked a little, “You claim you can feel the ocean…your eyes say you might be changed…”

“Yeah but we don’t know how long…if anything…” You shook your head at him.

“You’re not curious.” He prodded.

“Of course, I am.” Your eyes shot to his as you smiled, “You know how much I’ve wanted something like this to happen to me. How much I wanted to share this side of you with me…but I just…This morning I was dying…and now…I don’t even know what I am.”

He could see how scared you actually were now causing him to frown before he pulled you into a tight hug, “Y/N, I will make sure you are okay. Nothing will ever change that.”

You hugged him back for a long time before you spoke into his chest, “Mera said you were really scared.”

He felt his chest tighten and his ears instantly get warm, “Did she now?”

“Thank you, Arthur…” You pulled away enough to give him a kiss on the cheek, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

“Actually, you wouldn’t be here at all if I hadn’t taken you out yesterday morning…” He looked down into your eyes watching them widen, “You took that harpoon for me…”

“I made that choice…I would do it again. You’re important…you’re a king…” You smiled at him, “I’m just a teacher…”

“Don’t say that…” He reached up cupping your face with his hands, “You are important…”

You laughed and shook your head, “I think my students would disagree.”

“You’re important to me.” He watched your smile fade slowly as he continued, “I should have told you…a long time ago…There is nothing…no one, in this world that matters more to me then you. I love you. I loved you before I was a king…before I was a hero…when I was just a drunk that you’d serve in that shit bucket of a bar.”

“Arthur…I…”

“Let me finish…please…” He interrupted you letting his hands drop to his sides, “Before everything a year ago…just after Batman…and all that crazy shit. I just wanted to come home and find you. When I did, I was too late…You finally got that job that was going to take you places…take you away from Amnesty Bay and I let you go.”

“I thought for sure you’d forget about me, but you didn’t. You called…I never answered. You visited and I was a jerk…” He smiled a little thinking about Diana being his drinking buddy for a day, “I got some advice from a princess who came to check in on me when I was still figuring things out after aliens. She knocked some sense into me…literally. So, when you called again…I answered.”

“And I kept answering. You helped me figure everything out…that I actually wanted to help people.” He looked out at the ocean, “And you were worried during the entire war…asking if you could do anything. Every time I said I didn’t want to be king…you told me to follow my heart, and I did. Now…I rule the seven seas, but my heart was on land.”

You swallowed staring at him for a moment before smirking a little, “Are you finished?”

He nodded taking in a deep breath through his nose, “I’m sure I could keep going…but it’s pretty much all there…shoulda, coulda, woulda, was an idiot, now I’m king idiot…”

You laughed shaking your head making him smile, “Arthur…I wish you would have said something a long time ago.”

“Would it have stopped you from leaving?” He questioned you quickly.

“Probably.” You nodded your smile still lighting up your eyes. It was nice to know this new change hadn’t stopped that from showing, “Arthur, there hasn’t been anyone except you…since high school.”

It was his turn to listen and he did so attentively, “I’ve always loved the ocean. You know that. Moving to Massachusetts was a dream come true from Idaho. Moving schools wasn’t, but you made it so much easier. We were both outsiders. Then you shared your secret with me, and I was so amazed because you could do what I always wanted. Live in the ocean.”

“You know, I still have all the things you brought me…well I did…” You looked down frowning a little, “they were on the other boat, but people would ask where I got them…things from the deepest parts of the ocean. Most assumed I order everything online, but I knew, and I’d call after. I just wanted to tell you I was thinking of you. Of skipping high school to steal a boat and go diving…having you bring me samples for my research projects to impress my professors…getting caught in that storm…”

A memory flashed of the pair of them running up into cave off the beach from a freak storm.  He’d shared a kiss with you that day, but then they never talked about it. He thought he made a mistake, and you weren’t interested. But seeing your face now, turning red in the setting sun as you remembered yourself, he knew it meant more.

“You were my one regret, Arthur.” You hugged yourself looking up at his face again, “I didn’t think such a person like you would ever…anyways…before you left with Batman, I was going to ask you to move to Florida with me. Change of scenery might help us both, and then aliens happened. You became more then Arthur Curry…you became Aquaman…and I thought leaving was the best option.”

“But I could never shake you. You haunted me almost. Teaching marine biology, I kept hearing stories of a lost city…a man capable of crazy feats in the ocean. Of course, I knew it was you and Atlantis.” You nodded slowly remembering, “I even dated…but they weren’t you. No one could make me laugh like you, so when you finally answered the phone I was startled. Then when you said yes to visiting, I was dreaming…”

You looked down kicking the sand, “The fact was I loved you and I let you go…and now you’re a king...and you shouldn’t…”

“Y/N…” He reached for you, but you stepped away. The simple action caused a pain in his chest.

“Arthur,” You looked into his eyes tearing up, “really…we shouldn’t…”

“Is it that I’m at Atlantis more often? Is it distance that’s pushing you away from trying?” He asked you quietly, “I’ll make the trips…everyday if I have to.”

“It’s not…” You shut your eyes, “It’s hard enough for you already. You constantly tell me that. I don’t want you to worry about me here all the time.”

“I want to worry.” He reached down taking your hand in his.

“A king shouldn’t…”

“This king will!” He snapped at you making you fall silent, “I’m not just an Atlantean. I’m not just King of Atlantis…I’m King of the Seven Seas. I reign over all of them…which kind of makes me king of the world since the world is mostly ocean…”

A reluctant smile found your lips as you shook your head as you pointed to your eyes, “What if this changes me?”

“I think it will only bring us closer.” He reached for your other hand drawing you toward him. He let his head rest against yours as he stared into your eyes, “I’m not letting you go again…and I will fight everyone and everything to be with you because I love you.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Vulko came into view behind Arthur, “I told you to rest!”

“I knew it…” Arthur moved to the side, “I told her rest…I knew that you’d want her to…”

Vulko quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sure, your majesty…I’d like to do a few procedures if you’re up to it Y/N.”

“Of course.” You nodded stepping away with him toward the shade of some palm trees.

Arthur followed behind slowly and uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. He could tell your feelings were real. You did in fact love him, but your humanity was keeping you from accepting his love. While he didn’t want you change a thing…there was a small hope that maybe this tragic event would allow you be closer to him in ways he never thought possible.

Vulko ran a few test, took some blood, and came to only one conclusion, “As far I can see it… you are…for all intents and purposes…part Atlantean.”

“…how? That shouldn’t…” You shook your head.

“I intend to figure it out. For now…I suggest you not push yourself.” Vulko’s eyes shifted to Arthur who smirked in return, “And if you do…replenish your energy and rest. I will be in Atlantis with our scientist.”

“Thank you Vulko…” You gave him a small smile as he packed up.

“Of course. Who Arthur considers family…is our family.” Vulko smiled at him as he bowed and turned heading back into the sea.

Arthur watched you stand up and turn to him as he smiled, “So…wanna go find your boat?”

[venerable-sun]

Mångata (Nuidis Vulko x Reader) Pt. 2

Nuidis Vulko (Aquaman) x reader

TW: None

1300~ words

Part One | Part Three

I've pretty much written about half of this series already, so I 'll be dropping the next parts every other day. I'll also be making a series masterlist post with the pinterest board and spotify playlist I made if anyone is interested in checking those out.

I'd also like to shoutout @ficsations on ao3 for inspiring this story! Go check out their story "It All Began By The Shore"!

A loud crash from downstairs wakes you. 

You quickly throw on a linen robe and stumble down the stairs to see your living room empty. The glass of water you’d left on the table lay shattered on the floor, the strange man nowhere to be found. 

You tentatively stepped forward to search the room further, only to be pushed back against the wall by an unseen force. 

You grunt as your back meets the wood, an elbow digging uncomfortably into your throat. 

“Who are you, and why am I here?” A gravelly voice asks, and your eyes meet the deepest blue you’ve ever seen.

“I saw you on the beach, in the storm.” You wheeze out. “You were injured, so I brought you here.” 

The man glanced down at the bandage you’d wrapped around his ankle before hesitantly letting you go. You cough as your lungs welcome air back into your body, guilt crossing the man’s face briefly before he hardened it once again. “You didn’t answer the first half of my question. Who are you?”

“My name is (Y/n).” You eye his scale-like costume. “But I think I should be the one asking you that.” 

A knock at the door distracts you before he can answer, and you peer out the peephole to see your uncle standing on the porch. When you turn back around, the man is gone. The door to your porch is wide open, the breeze from outside moving the curtains lazily. 

Your uncle knocks again and you open the door to let him in. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He says. “You look like you stayed up all night.”

You chuckle, going to close the porch door before he asks why it was open. “The storm kept me up, or something like that.” 

Thomas eyed you suspiciously. “Something like that?”

You ignore his question, going to grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass. “I just forgot how loud the wind can be this high up on the cliffs. That’s all.”

For some reason, you don’t want to tell him about your mystery man. What would you say, that you’d rescued some strange man that had been swimming in the ocean during a storm, wearing strange clothes, and then brought him to your home? Even to you, it sounds crazy. 

Crazy and reckless. 

You sigh, your limbs still tired and sore. “Thank you for coming to check on me, but I’m alright.”

You plaster on your most concing smile, hoping that he’d leave and you go after the mysterious man.  

Your uncle looks at you closely, seemingly unconvinced for a moment before nodding his head and saying goodbye. You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really gone before running outside once again, this time welcomed by warm sunshine instead of freezing rain. 

Waves lap lazily at the shore as you walk along the beach, not a soul in sight. As you near the place you found the man laying yesterday, you spot a strange stick half-buried in the sand not far away. 

You pull it out with little difficulty, the blade at one end shining in the sun as you turn it in your hands. It looks to be a staff of some sort, definitely a weapon. Who the hell is this guy? 

You look out over the sea, its calm surface a huge contrast to the violent waves of last night. Hunger gnaws at your belly, and you begin the ascent back to your house with the staff still in your hand, unaware of the eyes following you from within the waves. 

~~~

The next week passes by with little excitement. 

You finish cleaning out the house, donating most of your parents’ old things to charity. The rest of your belongings arrive, and you spend an entire day unpacking your substantial book collection, making sure that they filled the bookshelves in the exact way you liked. You prepare for your new job at the high school, drafting up lesson plans and coming up with projects you hope the students would find interesting. You even manage to find someone to come tune your piano, and play it every night before going to sleep. 

And you go to the beach every day at sunset, hoping the mysterious man will return. 

You know you just let the incident go, acknowledge the situation as a story you’ll never know the ending of, but you just can’t. When you sleep, you’re haunted by his ocean-blue eyes and the sound of his voice. 

Why are you so hung up on him? You hadn’t even shared more than a few words, for christ’s sake. 

When your uncle slyly suggested that you try dating somebody in town, you’d vehemently refused, the image of the stranger’s handsome face in your mind. 

As you walk down the cliff stairs, you brace yourself for disappointment once again, only to stop in surprise. 

The man stands at the edge of the shores, waves just barely reaching his feet. You approach slowly, feet sinking into the sand as you make your way towards him. 

His hands are clasped behind his back as he turns to you, his hair tied up in a bun and the same scale-like clothes on. 

You stop a few paces away from him, uncertainty brewing in your stomach. Now that you’re finally faced with him once again, you have no idea what to say or what to expect. 

“I came to apologize.” The man says, taking a step towards you. “You helped me and I threatened you in your own home.”

He stands in front of you now, then presses a fist to his heart and drops to one knee. “I thank you arduously for saving me. I owe you a great debt.” 

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, sending shivers up your spine as his cool lips press against your skin.

“I-it was no trouble at all. You don’t owe me anything.” You stutter, reluctantly pulling your hand away to try and distract him from your blush. “But I would like to know your name, and how you got caught up in that storm.” 

“My name is Nuidis Vulko, my lady.” He stands and bows, and all hopes of your blush going away evaporate. “And I was out searching for someone when my leg got caught in that lobster trap.”

“Nuidis…” you test out the name. “You’re not from around here, are you?” It comes out as a statement more than a question.

He smiles handsomely. “Beautiful and smart. No, I am not. I come from the kingdom of Atlantis, where I serve as royal advisor to the king.” 

You shake your head in disbelief, but for some strange reason, you find yourself believing him. Maybe you are crazy. “That would… certainly explain a lot. Who was it that you were looking for?”’

“A prince who has been putting off his responsibilities for long enough,” Vulko says, pleased that you’ve taken this information in stride. A strand of hair falls into your face from the breeze, and his fingers twitch as he stops himself from reaching forward and tucking it behind your ear. The sun sinks lower to the horizon, reminding him that he must return before Orm gets suspicious of his whereabouts. 

“I must depart, my lady,” he says reluctantly. “But it was a pleasure to be in your presence once more.” 

He grasps your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to the back again before starting to walk into the waves. 

“Wait!” You call after him. “I have your staff.” 

He looks back at you, tries to capture in his memory how your long hair shines in the sun’s rays, how your skin glows in the light. He smiles. 

“Then I suppose I will have to return to you once more, my lady.”

[dccomicsimagines]

The New Recruit - Kaldur’ahm x Reader

Requested by Anon -  A story about the justice league employing new recruits in the young justice. Kaldur is both annoyed and in love with one new girl.

Requested by Anon -  Can I get a fic where Kaldur falls in love with some badass girl after she rides on his moto to trash some criminal?

Requested by blackafricanqueen -  Can I get a fix where Kaldur is both annoyed and in love with a justice league new recruit?

Slight spoilers for season four ahead...

***

Kaldur crossed his arms, eyeing the new recruits standing in the main area of the Watchtower. He and Artemis stood together to one side as Black Lightning addressed the new members. “Black Lightning believes these are the key for the league to stay current with the times?” he asked, glancing at Artemis.

Artemis shrugged. “Yeah, he says we need more diversity.” She snorted. “Diversity in abilities and training anyway.” 

Kaldur hummed as Black Lightning finished and gestured for Kaldur to join him. Artemis gave him a supportive look as Kaldur left her side. “This is Aquaman. He’ll be in charge of getting you settled and trained on the League’s methods.” Kaldur barely hid his wince. Why did he become the League’s trainer? Couldn’t Batman do it?

Suddenly, one girl, maybe slightly younger than Kaldur, raised her hand. Black Lightning chuckled at the sight before nodding to her. “Is he Aquaman number one, two, or three? Isn’t there three Aquamans now?” 

Kaldur narrowed his eyes at her. She just smiled back cheekily. “He’s the second Aquaman,” Black Lightning said, a smirk on his face. “Now I’ll leave you to him.” Black Lightning turned and walked out of the room. 

“What now, sir?” the militant-looking recruit asked, relaxing slightly. He must be ex-military, Kaldur guessed. Jefferson never did give Kaldur the files on any of the new recruits. He’ll have to find them later.

“Now we will train.” Kaldur gestured for them to follow him as he turned to lead them deeper into the Watchtower.

“Yes, Aqua Two.” Kaldur looked over his shoulder at the girl. Annoying girl. 

“Aquaman is fine,” Kaldur said shortly.

“But what if all the Aquamans are in the same place, then I’d have to call you Aqua Two, so might as well start now.” The girl grinned. Kaldur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking away. The other two recruits were wonderfully silent. Kaldur led them toward the training room, planning to put the annoying girl through more rounds with higher difficulty as a result.  

***

“Is that it?” You panted, grinning at Aqua Two as he frowned deeply. You knew you pushed him too far and he was punishing you. It was very enjoyable to see him become more and more dissatisfied as you met every one of his challenges. Every part of your body ached. You were slowing down. Hopefully, Aqua Two will give up before you do. 

“No.” Aqua Two gestured for the other two recruits to leave. “You are done for the day. See you tomorrow.” They quickly left. “I will run another simulation.” 

You sighed, taking a moment to catch your breath. However, the simulation started immediately and you barely ducked to avoid a giant ax flying at your head. A huge Viking man formed out of thin air. You smirked and grabbed the ax as he took another swing. Riding the ax up in the air as he attempted to throw you off, you flipped over him to land a kick to his lower back. He stumbled allowing you to flip around him and perform a nerve strike to his neck. The Viking fell hard and disappeared. Two Vikings appeared the moment the other disappeared. You took a deep breath before standing your ground. 

***

“Kaldur, aren’t you taking this a bit far? You had her in there for hours,” Raquel said, appearing at Kaldur’s side. Kaldur flinched. He should have heard her come in.

“This new recruit has an attitude problem.” Kaldur crossed his arms. He noticed you were slowing down. You took a hit to the face, toppling over. However, you recovered quickly, rolling back to your feet and taking down the Viking.

Raquel hummed. “You have to stop. This is Wonder Woman’s program. It will kill her.” She reached around and turned it off. You froze as the Vikings disappeared. Kaldur clicked his tongue. Raquel rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Go to the med bay. That last hit must have really hurt.”

“I’m good.” You grinned despite the blood dripping from your mouth. “Ready to keep going, Aqua Two? If you are still up for it?”

Kaldur blushed as Raquel glanced back at him with a smirk. “You’re done. Go home, (Y/N). We’ll see you here tomorrow.” Raquel waved you off and eyed Kaldur. You waved cheerfully and limped out of the room. “So you’re punishing her for teasing you?”

“It is improper.” Kaldur pursed his lips, realizing he was taking out his frustrations on you. Truth was, he didn’t like having to share the Aquaman name. It was the way it had to be, but it certainly led to several situations he didn’t appreciate. For example, being called in when they actually wanted Orin. Very irritating.

“She is just teasing you, Kaldur. No different than how I would.” Raquel shook her head. “I’ll have a word with her to lay off, but don’t take your frustrations out on the newbie because she annoys you.” She crossed her arms. 

Kaldur sighed, dropping his shoulders. “I...You are right.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Check on her for me.” He met Raquel’s eye. “I will apologize to her once I have time to...calm down.”

Raquel nodded, patting Kaldur’s shoulder. “Don’t take what she does personally. I’m the one who recruited her. She’s sassy, but her heart is in the right place.” Raquel walked out of the room. Kaldur watched her go before heading toward the zeta tubes to go back to Atlantis. 

***

You couldn’t believe you had survived this long in the League. After the first day, you assumed you would be pushed out, but here you were on your first official Justice League mission. You brushed off your brand new suit even though you received it only a hour before. 

“(Y/N), are you paying attention?” Aqua Two snapped, nudging your arm as he passed. You jerked back into reality. He waved for you to follow him. You hurried along, smiling brightly at the thought of being partnered with Aqua Two. This is a chance to proof yourself to him.

“I am. Ready to join you on guard duty.” You nudged him back. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he led you toward the zeta tube. You knew you were annoying him again with just your eagerness, but you didn’t care. Today was the day.

***

“It’s not every day you get to see the president in person,” you said as you sat on the edge of the roof next to Aqua Two. “He looks taller on TV.”

Aqua Two hummed in response, standing next to you as he scanned the crowd below. The Justice League was asked to provide extra security for the president when intel about an assassination attempt was revealed. An assassination attempt by a super villain nevertheless. 

“No sign of any suspicious activity over here,” Plastic Man reported through the comlink. 

“Nothing here,” you said before Aqua Two could speak. He narrowed his eyes at you. You shrugged. “What? I can speak too. Otherwise, why give me a comm?” 

“Quiet.” He turned away from you, studying the crowd below. You looked too. Several minutes of silence passed. The crowd grew as the president began his speech. You listened, smiling when the president cracked a joke to lighten the mood. Aqua Two’s eyes were on you. You glanced at him. He blushed when you caught him looking. 

You gave him a smile before examining the other roof tops. Nothing seemed to be out of place until you saw a slight flash of light reflecting on metal. Moving fast, you threw one of your shurikens just in time to stop a throwing knife from hitting the President in the chest. The assassin stepped out of the shadows and made eye contact with you. “Brutale.”

Aqua Two was giving orders through the comms, but you weren’t paying attention. Suddenly, Brutale threw another knife, but toward you. You were about to duck only for Aqua Two to tackle you to the ground. “Pay attention,” he growled as he rolled off you quickly and jumped to his feet.

“I was.” You hopped to your feet to see Brutale still on the roof. “I’m going after him,” you said before turning to look at Aqua Two. He looked back at you with a hint of concern in his eyes.

“You’re not ready for this.” He grabbed your arm, squeezing tight. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the president being escorted inside the building by Plastic Man and one of the other new recruits. Brutale watched the president before looking back at you. 

You licked your lips. Brutale stepped back into the shadows. “I’m sorry, but I have to.” You jerked away from Aqua Two and fired your new grapple gun to give chase.

***

“Foolish,” Kaldur mumbled under his breath as he watched you go. He tapped his comm. “Is the president safe?” 

“Yes, sir. The president is secure,” the recruit said. “Have we captured the assassin?” 

“No, (Y/N) and I are in pursuit.” Kaldur ran for the fire escape and quickly climbed down the stairs. “Stay with the president.” He jumped down into the street, dodging the crowd when he saw you and Brutale fighting in the middle of the stage where the president had just been. Kaldur pushed past people, fighting his way to you. “(Y/N), I’m here. Keep him there.” 

“Working on it,” you replied as you dodged several throwing knives. One nicked your cheek, but you kept fighting. Kaldur jumped into the fight. Brutale fell back once he realized he was outnumbered. Moving fast, he hopped into the crowd. You and Kaldur shared a quick look. Kaldur held up three fingers. You smiled before sprinting off to the right. Kaldur moved left. He felt proud you had memorized the signals so fast. 

Brutale reached a motorcycle that was waiting for him on the street. He hopped on and drove off. “Crap.” You ran up next to Kaldur. Kaldur hummed, tapping his wrist to call his motorcycle. He had it hidden nearby, sensing it would be needed. Your eyes widened as it parked itself next to Kaldur. “Wow, do I get one of those?”

“Maybe. For now, you ride with me.” Kaldur climbed on. You eyed him before snuggling in behind him. Your arms tight around his waist. Kaldur felt a blush come to his cheeks. Luckily, you couldn’t see. Maybe you weren’t so annoying after all? Maybe even a little cute? He shook his head before zooming off after Brutale.

Kaldur followed Brutale closely. “Get alongside him,” you whispered. Kaldur tensed, feeling your breath on his ear. His body buzzed excitedly. He took a deep breath, pushing his thoughts aside. Brutale attempted to throw a few knives at Kaldur’s tires, but he dodged them. 

Your arms left Kaldur’s waist. He felt your hands on his shoulders. A glance behind revealed you were standing on the motorcycle seat. “What are you doing?”

“I got this.” You patted his shoulder with one hand as he sped up to catch up with Brutale. Suddenly, you jumped onto Brutale’s cycle. He attempted to stab you, but you dodged it and attached yourself around his neck. Kaldur dropped back, watching worriedly. 

With one jerk of the handles, Brutale’s motorcycle turned sharply, sending you and Brutale into the air. The cycle rolled several time. Kaldur slammed on his brakes. His heart stopped when he saw you hit the ground. The cycle flew over you and landed on Brutale who crashed on the ground after you. He heard a terrible snap. 

“(Y/N)?!” Kaldur dropped his motorcycle and ran to your side. He tapped his comm. “We need medical assistance immediately.” Kaldur checked your pulse. He frowned at the blood pooling by your head. “(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

You moaned, opening your eyes. “That hurt.” Your lips cracked that annoying, yet wonderful smile. “Did we get Brutale?”

“Yes, he is over there.” Kaldur glanced over at him. Brutale moved slightly, but he wasn’t going to be able to get away. Kaldur focused his attention back on you when you hissed. “Don’t move.” 

“I think I broke my arm, Aqua Two.” You grinned when Kaldur narrowed his eyes. 

“Hush now.” Kaldur sighed in relief as an ambulance arrived. “Never do anything like that again.”

“We got him,” you said, closing your eyes. 

“You got him.” Kaldur pulled away as the paramedic came up. He went over to join the paramedic by Brutale to make sure he didn’t try to escape. Your laughter filled his ears and he knew you’d be okay.

***

A few hours later, you laid in your hospital bed. The TV played some old western. You watched it listlessly, wishing the pain in your body to go away. Apparently, they gave you some drugs, but the pain was still there. 

A knock on the door frame cheered you up. You grinned, looking over at the door to see Aqua Two standing there with a bouquet of flowers. A smile pulled at your lips. Did he really get your flowers?

“Hi,” you said when he didn’t move, staring at your cast.

“Hello.” He shook his head, stepping inside. “The doctor said you are alright.”

“Yeah, just some broken bones. They want to keep me overnight for observation.” You gestured to the chair with your good arm. He took the seat before handing you the flowers. “Thank you.” You held them to your nose, breathing in their scent. 

“I was told flowers are a customary gift for an injured person.” Aqua Two smiled tightly as you set the flowers in your lap. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. The painkillers aren’t kicking in super fast, but I’ll live.” You leaned back against your pillows. “Is Brutale in custody?” 

Aqua Two nodded. “He is. You did a good job.”

You smiled, thinking it was only a few weeks ago when he was punishing you for being cheeky. “You did too. Couldn’t have done it if you weren’t driving.”

A nurse came in to check on your vitals. She glanced between you and Aqua Two. You bit your lip while Aqua Two blushed. “Everything looks good. Call us if you need anything,” the nurse said, sending you a wink as she shut the door to your room behind her. 

“Tomorrow...” Aqua Two stopped and cleared his throat. Eyes on the floor. You watched him, smiling happily. “Would you allow me to escort you home from the hospital tomorrow?” 

You reached out to take his hand. “I would appreciate that.” Your heart skipped a beat, his hand felt so strong. “Thanks Aqua Two.” 

“Kaldur.” You blinked in surprise. He looked up at you, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “You may call me Kaldur.”

“Kaldur,” you said, testing the name on your lips. You liked it. He entwined his fingers with yours. Your skin electrized at the touch. “That’s a nice name.” 

The two of you fell into conversation and the time slipped away. Eventually, you didn’t even notice the pain anymore.

[thebigbadbatswife]

Homecoming | Aquaman x Fem!Reader

Summary - With his duties as the King of Atlantis, Arthur is often away from you, but every time he comes back, he knows exactly how to make up for lost time.

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI, smut, shower sex, dirty talk, some fluff

Word Count - 1.9k

You were woken up by the early morning sun streaming through your blinds. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, yawned and stretched. Then you just laid there for a moment, letting your body slowly wake up.

The other side of your bed was empty. It had been that way for several months now.

Long before you met, Arthur was always at sea, using his Atlantean abilities, to help people in need. And when you had gotten together, there would be times when he would leave to go help people and he’d be gone for days, but he always came back. And that was still true. The only difference was that he was now the King of Atlantis, and with his new duties he would be away for far longer.

You didn’t hold it against him. You understood how important all of this was and you, of course, supported him.

It was tough at times. During these long periods, there were always moments where your heart ached and longed for him. Wishing that he was with you instead of him being away. To get through those moments, you would usually focus a lot of your energy into work and hobbies, to make the time go by faster. And when you would go to bed, you would remind yourself that each sleep meant that you were getting closer and closer to when you would see Arthur again.

With all of that in mind, you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. It was time to start the day, and a shower sounded like the perfect way to do so. You stripped, threw your clothes into the wash and, once the water was the right temperature, you stepped into the shower. You sighed as the water washed over you.

As you washed, you found yourself lost in thought. The water and your thoughts of Arthur had you thinking about the stories he had told you about Atlantis. Being human and Atlantis being so deep underwater, you would never be able to see it firsthand, but he had done his best to describe it to you. You wondered if that’s where he was right now.

With the loud sound of the running water and how lost in thought you were, you didn’t hear anyone enter the bathroom, nor the sound of the shower door opening.

You jumped and cried out in surprise when you felt two large hands come to rest on your waist. The hands pulled you against a large muscular body and you felt a beard tickle your ear.

“Shh, princess. It’s only me.” Arthur’s deep, rich voice filled your ears.

“Arthur!” you exclaimed as you looked back at him and gently slapped his chest. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” he said as he kissed your neck. You relaxed into his touch and gave him more access to your neck. “I missed you so much and I couldn’t wait to see you again. And when I heard the water running, how could I resist?” he chuckled.

He kept kissing you as one of his hands left your waist and slid up to cup one of your boobs. You sighed softly as he fondled your breast.

“I missed you too,” you replied. You reached behind you and grasped his cock in your hand. You began to slowly stroke him and he groaned at your touch. “Missed your cock as well,” you cheekily added while smiling at him over your shoulder. The thought, after months apart, of having his cock deep inside, mixed with his intoxicating touch, already had you growing wetter by the second. You continued stroking him and you could feel his cock growing thick and erect in your hand.

Arthur chuckled. “Is that so?” He pinched and rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You moaned quietly at the action. The hand that was still on your waist slid down your body and found its way between your legs. He slipped a couple of fingers between your lips, making you moan louder when his fingertips brushed against your clit.

“Damn, baby, you’re dripping. You really have been craving my cock.” Arthur had always been one for dirty talk, especially when he finally returned to you, and you loved it. Before you were given a chance to respond to him, he pushed his thick fingers into you.

“Arthur!” you gasped out at the feeling of his fingers stretching you. As you rested your head on his chest and shoulder, he started moving them in and out of you. Your hand was still wrapped around his cock, still stroking him, which was now rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

As much as you loved his talented fingers, you were aching to have his cock deep inside of you. Apparently Arthur felt the same as he withdrew his fingers from you and spun you around so you were facing him. He captured your lips in a hot, fiery and passionate kiss as he backed you against the shower wall. Your hands came to rest on his chest as you kissed him back with just as much fervour.

As you kissed, he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hip. He towered above you as he moved closer to you. You gasped when you felt his cock bump against your clit. He took advantage of it and pushed his tongue into your mouth.

Arthur kept kissing you as he lined his cock up with your dripping core. He teased your entrance with the head of his penis, sending waves of pleasure through you already. Then he was pushing his hot, throbbing cock into your tight, wet pussy.

There was a time where the thought of having sex in the shower had scared you. The thought of slipping during the act and injuring yourself or dying, but Arthur had turned those fears to dust. You knew he had hold of you and you knew he would never let you fall. So now it was one of your favourite things to do with him.

Inch by inch he slid deeper into you. Your eyes closed on their own accord as you moaned as his shaft filled you up. He kept going, kept pushing, impaling you with his cock until he was buried balls deep into your pussy.

Your walls squeezed his thick cock as you adjusted to his size. You could feel every ridge, every vein along his shaft. The grip he had on your hips was almost bruising as he held himself back from simply ramming into you. He wanted to give you as much time as you needed.

When you had adjusted, you gave him a nod, letting him know he could begin to move. Arthur then began to slowly pull out before quickly pushing back in.

The enclosed space was soon filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he set a steady pace. You moaned loudly at the feeling of having his cock moving in and out of you. Arthur groaned in pleasure as your walls kept squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, I’ve missed the feeling of your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock so much,” he grunted out as his grip on your tightened and he started to fuck you harder. “Missed those pretty little noises you make as well.”

His hands left your hips and came up to grasp your breasts. Your nipples hardened beneath his palms as he squeezed them. You arched your back into his touch.

“Oh God, Arthur!” you moaned as he kept thrusting into you. “Oh, yes! Right there!” you cried out. He started fucking you even harder and faster. The angle he had on you meant the head of his cock was constantly rubbing against that sweet spot, that had your toes curling and brought you close to seeing stars. You could feel the knot in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

Arthur lifted you up and wrapped your other leg around his hip. He switched off the shower, pushed open the door and carried you out, all while his cock was still buried inside of you. You kissed each other like it was the last time you would ever kiss each other again and your hands found their way into his hair.

He briefly set you down on the counter and took you hard and fast. You threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Arthur grunted and groaned with each thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge and you made sure to let him know.

You whined when he stopped thrusting into you so that he could lift you up, once more, so that he could carry you into the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and started thrusting again. It was slower now, more passionate. The passionate and loving way he took you was a stark contrast to the ruthless fucking from a moment ago. The kisses were slower as well. Your hands caressed his back muscles and each of his thrusts had you digging your nails into his back.

By the throbbing of his cock, you could tell that he was getting close, but he wanted to try and draw it out a little longer. You were close as well and all your body desperately wanted was that final push.

“Arthur, please,” you moaned softly. “Please, baby, I’m so close. Please!” The knot in your stomach was so close to bursting, but you needed more to get there.

Arthur complied with your need and picked up his pace once again. His hand slipped between your bodies and he started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You cried his name and your inner walls clamped down onto his cock as your orgasm surged through you.

He fucked you through your orgasm before his own hit him and, with your name on his lips, he came deep inside you, filling your pussy with his hot seed.

Arthur pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed, breathing heavily. Your own breath came out in short pants and your body was shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

You both laid there in silence for a few moments before he was pulling you to him. You curled up into his embrace, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your arm, tracing random patterns on your skin.

“Well that shower was a waste of time,” you laughed. Arthur laughed with you. “Definitely worth it though. That was great.”

“Certainly one of the best homecomings we’ve had and the last one for a while, princess,” he replied.

“Huh?” you asked as you looked up at him. What did he mean by that?

“Things in Atlantis are finally settling down and the League needs help setting up our new base, so I’m going to be around a lot more,” Arthur told you. “And to celebrate, I thought we could go out to dinner tonight.”

“Hmmm, that sounds perfect-” you pulled out of his embrace and straddled him, “-but, honestly, I think we’re going to be far too tired from getting reacquainted all day to go to dinner.” You pressed your lips against his in a deep and passionate kiss. He responded to your kiss eagerly.

“Tomorrow night, then,” he said when you two finally broke for air.

“We’ll have to see,” you chuckled before kissing him again.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

DC X male reader insert (The god of laughter)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DXIW5dc by Lowerbirth when a boy who was abandoned by everyone decides to become what his mother loved will he get her attention? I don't own DC Words: 71699, Chapters: 23/?, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Red clan multiverse Fandoms: DCeased (DC Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU), Clark Kent, John Stewart (DCU), Carol Danvers, Guy Gardner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Kyle Rayner, Cyborg (DCU), McCaffery (Aquaman), Hippolyta (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen Additional Tags: Anti-Hero, Arkham Asylum, Death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DXIW5dc